Sinner, What Hast Thou to Show?

Sinner

what has thou to show

Like the joys be­liev­ers know?

Is thy path of fad­ing flow­ers

Half so bright

so sweet

as ours?

Doth a king up­on his throne

Make thine ev­ery grief his own?

Doth he hour­ly bend his ear

All thy sec­ret plaints to hear?

Doth a skill­ful

heal­ing friend

On thy daily path at­tend

And

where thorns and stings ab­ound

Shed a balm on ev­ery wound?

When the tem­pest rolls on high

Hast thou still a re­fuge nigh?

Can

oh can thy dy­ing breath

Summon one more strong than death?

Canst thou

in that aw­ful day

Fearless tread the gloo­my way

Plead a glo­ri­ous ran­som giv­en

Burst from flesh

and soar to Heav­en?

Sinner! when wilt thou be wise?

What

though faith­less fools des­pise

We have trea­sures

hon­ors

bliss

God is ours

and all things His.